He Tingjun nodded: "Yes, I should express my gratitude."
Yun Qiao said excitedly, "How about this? We exchange some milk powder coupons, buy a few cans of milk powder, and send them over? The southwest is all rainforest, so I guess there aren't any cows there, so milk powder might not be readily available. We have a ranch here, so milk powder is relatively easier to buy, and the quality is also excellent. What do you think?"
He Tingjun thought for a moment and shook his head. "It's something else. The Northeast and Southwest are too far apart. It would take at least two or three months to ship the food there, and by then it would no longer be fresh. After all, it's something for a child to drink, so it's better to be cautious."
"Then what should I give?" Yun Qiao was a little worried.
The main reason is that there are not many high-end toys these days, so at least a set of toys will be enough.
There are only a few kinds of toys for babies nowadays, and their place is remote. The grocery stores only have rattles and bells, which are all worthless little things. It is not shabby enough to send such toys worth only a few cents from thousands of miles away.
"Otherwise, just send some money directly." He Tingjun said, "He Ying and Zou Yuan live with my parents. I think they have everything they need at home."
"Whether it's needed or not is one thing, and the intention is another." Yun Qiao said: "You have to give money and give things."
The relationship between an aunt and a sister-in-law is difficult to deal with, and we cannot allow others to pick a fight with us.
Yun Qiao thought for a moment and said, "How about this? Let's go to the commune together on Sunday and see if there are any small children's clothes in the commune department store. We can buy a few sets and put them in a package to send to the child."
"Go to the nearby villages in the next few days and ask the villagers to collect some rare mountain products, such as hazelnuts and mushrooms. Then you can pack a piece of it. It will be generous and look good."
"Okay." He Tingjun nodded in agreement.
On the weekend, He Tingjun carried the mountain products he had collected over the past two days, rode his bicycle to take Yun Qiao to the headquarters of the 10th Regiment, and then took the headquarters' bus to the commune.
When the bus arrived at the commune, they got off in front of the department store in advance.
As soon as they entered the department store, Yun Qiao pulled He Tingjun and ran upstairs.
During the Chinese New Year last year, she and Feng Juan carefully visited the department store and found out that the counter selling children's clothes was on the left side of the stairs on the first floor.
The cloth counter on the first floor was bustling with activity, with so many people in front of the counter that it was hard to squeeze in. In comparison, the wardrobe counter on the second floor was much quieter.
Because cotton clothes were expensive, you had to buy cloth and make them yourself. A piece of cloth cost between 50 cents and 1 yuan, and you could make a shirt for one or two yuan. A cheap cotton shirt would cost five or six yuan, and if the material was a little bit cheaper, it would be even more expensive, more than ten yuan a piece. Looking around the entire commune, not many people could afford a piece of clothing that cost more than ten yuan.
The children's clothing counters are even quieter because children are naughty and climb up and down all day long, which makes them wear out their clothes more than adults. A pair of old pants will have a hole in the knee after wearing them for half a month. It is a pure waste of money to buy old clothes that cost only a few dollars.
So when Yun Qiao and He Tingjun arrived at the children's wardrobe counter, the salesperson was slumped over the counter, eyes drooping, looking drowsy. She wasn't enthusiastic about meeting customers, but simply raised her eyelids lazily and said, "Look around. If you like anything, tell me what size it is and I'll find it for you."
"Damn it."
Yun Qiao didn't mind that the salesperson was not enthusiastic. She liked to take her time when choosing clothes and didn't like people chattering in her ears.
She stood in front of the counter and rummaged through the items until she quickly found a small suit that she liked. The top was a shirt-style piece made of brown and beige checkered fabric, while the bottoms were made of the same beige fabric, styled like bloomers.
It was a small suit, but it was very gentlemanly. Yun Qiao could already imagine how handsome the little kid would look in it.
"Tingjun, what do you think of this one?" Yun Qiao turned to ask He Tingjun for his opinion.
He Tingjun nodded: "It's quite nice."
Yun Qiao held up the suit and asked the salesperson, "Comrade, do you have a smaller size for this suit?"
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